They're not the same,

they have different views on life

When she cried,

you told her, just hold on

He's alive,

But he's been sick of you all his life

With a constant change of views,

Everyone returned home on their own.

He drank these thoughts to the dregs

Not in the rain, through and through until morning

It wasn't a tear that fell from the sky

These feelings are hidden from view

She likes to be silent

in the midst of noisy streets.

It's possible to scream without drawing borders.

It's possible to stop being a good girl

By letting all the birds out from inside